Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Rise of the Werewolves

After the initial shock, Loya began to compose himself. He also started to see himself as the "unlucky guy" who just happened to share the same name as the demigod wizard.

"Hey, are you still there?"

Loya called out tentatively.

He planned to ask Elena for more details.

He waited for five seconds, but Elena did not respond.

He waited for fifteen seconds, but Elena still did not respond.

"What's going on? You're not playing with me anymore?!"

Loya was somewhat surprised and doubtful: "You're really easy to talk to."

He sighed and buried himself in his work, continuing to write the [Witchcraft Inscription] on his body.

However, this time, he plans to stack multiple [Magic Cloak] layers.

Now, he's wanted by the gods, which is really dangerous.

It is virtually impossible to gain the power to rebel against the gods and protect oneself in a short period of time.

So, if you can't afford to offend them, you can only avoid them.

The [Cloak of Concealment] can better conceal him.

"Furthermore, what that mysterious female mage said is also true. My name [Loya] should indeed be changed. From now on, in front of outsiders, I will call myself [Rololoya]."

When facing Elena, Loya was prepared to fight to the death, but when it came to matters of the gods, he was very willing to follow his heart and did not feel ashamed of being forced to change his name.

Perhaps this is just another form of double standard.

But a disgrace is still a disgrace.

Loya had secretly resolved to become a god as soon as possible, to get revenge, and to let that god know how terrible the price of offending a transmigrator could be.

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Meanwhile, Elena and the other extraordinary individuals had already left their original location. They silently ventured into the heart of Emerald Lake Island, approaching the dragon's nest at the very center of the island.

At the same time, dozens of miles away, around the base of the pig-headed tribe, a large number of demon wolves and werewolves appeared.

Nowadays, the pig-headed people living in the tribe are mostly old, weak, sick, or disabled, and their numbers are not large.

"Enemy attack! Be on alert!" shouted a vigilant pig-headed man.

"Awooo!" Zhek, the werewolf chieftain, leaped out from behind the pack, howling at the sky with a piercing roar.

A wide-ranging, invisible sound wave covered the entire tribe.

All creatures within this range were subjected to Zek's overwhelming pressure, causing them to feel dizzy and disoriented.

The weak, pig-headed man with a poor willpower collapsed on the spot, instinctively lying on the ground trembling.

This can actually be considered a form of bloodline suppression.

"Zek, the werewolf chieftain?"

Why did the werewolves come here?

"We're doomed. Chief Jek is dead, and the main force of the tribe is out. We have no way to deal with these wolves now."

The many pig-headed people were in despair. If they knew that their "main force" had also been wiped out in the previous war, they would surely collapse.

The few extraordinary pig-headed men who were not suppressed by Zelda were trembling with fear, meek and submissive, and dared not bare their teeth.

Zhek watched this scene with satisfaction, and led his wolf soldiers, swaggering into the tribe.

"Oh my god, although it may seem like I'm taking advantage of your misfortune, I still have to say, please submit to me and become vassals of my werewolf tribe."

Zhek spoke with force, his voice carrying far enough to reach the ears of all the pig-headed men.

“We are all the offspring of the great dragon. If you try to subdue us, you will be rebelling,” a pig-headed man warned.

Zheke looked over and said, “Dear Mr. Little Pig, I have not rebelled. The Great Dragon has never allowed us to live in peace. You have become my vassals, while I remain the servant of the Great Dragon.”

"My patience is limited. From now on, those who refuse me will stand up and be killed by me."

“Those who obey me shall lie obediently on the ground and offer me the wealth of the pig-headed tribe.”

Zheke grinned.

The pig-headed men looked at each other, hesitated for a moment, and then obediently lay down.

Unfortunately, while the werewolf tribe hasn't become stronger, it hasn't become much weaker either. On the contrary, the pig-headed tribe has become significantly weaker.

They simply didn't have the ability to defy Zhek.

"Hahaha, very good, I'm very satisfied." Zheke couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Although he encountered setbacks with the elven tribes, the orc tribes, ogre tribes, and minotaur tribes fared even worse, with their main forces almost entirely wiped out.

Currently, within a radius of a hundred miles, apart from the Elf tribe, the Werewolf tribe is the most powerful.

At this point, his ambition could only grow wildly.

He set his sights on the monster tribe that he had previously been powerless against.

He intends to seize the opportunity to take advantage of the situation, plunder the wealth belonging to other monster tribes, and become the overlord of the surrounding area. He aims to elevate the werewolf tribe to new heights and forge his own glory.

“I will surely be remembered in the werewolf tribe for generations to come. Because it was I who made the werewolf tribe so powerful at this time.” Zheke thought excitedly, “And I, too, will rely on many new resources to become a new gold-level extraordinary being.”